Quotes About Serenity

No hemos venido a esta vida a lograr metas, hemos venido para recordar que nuestra verdadera esencia es de paz y tranquilidad.

The really desolate areas can get pretty crowded, of course, sometimes, so it's good to get there early, get as much wandering as you can in before noon.

He just sits there. I want to be like that. Able to just sit all quiet and pull life toward me, one forehead at a time. His name is supposedly Lyle.

ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek...

The inactive viewer's screen is the color of way out over the Atlantic looking straight down on a cold day.

The happy pleasure of the person alone, yes..?

I was enjoying being one horizontal object in a room filled with horizontality.

We await, I predict, the hero of non-action, the catatonic hero, the one beyond calm, divorced from all stimulus, carried here and there across sets by burly extras whose blood sings with retrograde amines.

The defecatory posture is an accepting posture, it occurs to him. Head down, elbows on knees, the fingers laced together between the knees.

There is no real freedom for the man who is in so much of a hurry that he is annoyed by the human race and by the hot glaring afternoon sun.

Think before you speak, think twice before you shout, think three times before you go mad.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

Innocent sleep. Sleep that soothes away all our worries. Sleep that puts each day to rest. Sleep that relieves the weary laborer and heals hurt minds. Sleep, the main course in life's feast, and the most nourishing.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

The blessedness of being little!!!

Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.

She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief.

We rest your hermits.

keep eternal springtime on thy face

then found a bench in a

I can go for weeks without hearin' the sound of a human voice. And I love it, Melody. I love it. I don't need people the way you do. Hell, I don't even like most people.

Rest and be thankful.